F*** me dead I just climbed out from under my rock and realised I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe that my hands were chopped off and I was waiting for bionic ones. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!.

I am distracted with waiting for a fine young gentleman to propose, sleeping, just generally being a delightful mistress to my partner, my day starts from the light through yonder window breaks to well after sun-down. I am plotting and planning. I need a nap.

I will try to remember I promised you to post at least once a month. Sincerest apologies. What do you mean you don't believe me?